Cross Wedding
There's still a miss

This building... in the past, the time of being Pras' wife never once I stepped on this building, now I stand here, it is not difficult to find this building, without having to ask just click on Goegel maps.

"Sorry.I want to meet Mr. Pras"

I said at the reception, the two receptionists looked at each other for what it meant.

"What..Mom made a promise?" ask one of them

"But please tell Mr. Pras Axa to see him" I began to worry if I did not meet Pras today, I could not meet Pras in Boutik Dora, I could not possibly meet Pras in Boutik Dora, I don't want Dora to take Pras away from me.

"Just wait, ma'am,"

It's been an hour I've been sitting in the waiting room, I started to get nervous again, actually Pras entered the office or not huh? if it's not about Saddam I'm not going to see him. Now I'm starting to pacing back and forth the obvious magazine in my hand can't make me a little calm.

All right in half an hour no see I'll be home.

Half an hour passed, just as I was about to step out the door, Anton assistant Pras called me.

"Mba.Mba axa," I turned to make sure that it was Anton who called me.

"Want to meet with the Master?"

"Yes sir I have a need with him"

"Let's come with me"

I followed Anton, we rode the VIP elevator to our destination on the top floor of this building on the thirtyth floor.

My heart was pounding erratically, if only it could look I was ashamed of myself. I began to guess what would happen later between me and Pras.

"Please mba Axa," Anton let me out of the elevator and followed him. We stopped in front of the big door, imprinted in front of him, Vice President.

I'm trying to get my heart set, everything's gonna be fine. I took a deep breath, I reassured myself, Bismillah.

I knocked on the door with my hands shaking and there was no answer.

" Mba Axa, come in. Sir again out for a while, I've contacted him" apparently anton back to see me.

Big, cold, frozen room, impressive arrogance.again I had to wait, boring yet , it had become part of my life, waiting.

On Pras's desk there is a picture frame, I guess it must be a photo of Dora, aaah !! I unconsciously smiled to myself.

I had to wait half an hour to get into this room. Now, back to having to wait, I began to comfortably sit on this long sofa like a soft mattress, I send my head more and more I was lulled with the atmosphere, haunting creeping, long I slept.

I woke up when I heard the sound of a table shake, Abaghfirullah. I tried to open my lazy eyes, I pulled a pink blanket, like I had not slept for days. suddenly I realized, this is not a house yaa.ini office, Pras office, office there is room too!! deservedly this room is very large, wanted to go out but embarrassed because Pras' voice is still very high, I finally decided to wait.

Praying four rakaat in the afternoon, this is my first ashar prayer in my ex-husband's office.if, I'm not too sick maybe we are still together, maybe even, I have given birth to Pras and little Axa. I could only smile bitterly in light of the events that had passed.

"Hi..beautiful, sorry I was carrying, sorry for not permission first" whispered Pras, who was suddenly behind me and hugged my waist.

I just nodded, not daring to turn around, I was just trying to let go of his sturdy hands.

"Let Axa, let sebentaaaar, I miss axa, five minutes ga more "back Pras asked me, finally I gave up, I let this man not my muhrim hold me free.

Five minutes I really glared at my watch, Pras still did not want to let me go, I turned my body. I accidentally looked up now our faces looked at each other, can be guessed what happened, he said, Pras is hunting me, like an adventurer who hasn't seen good food in years. Pras is so soft different from Pram who is savage.

Pras started charging the others, as soon as I realized he was not mine anymore, I pushed the chest of the field.I had tried to get out of the room, Pras hand grabbed my hand back I in his arms, I was in his arms, now she's taking off my headscarf, my neck is her easy target, stop.stop.axa...

"Remove Pras.I am not yours, "instantly, Pras stopped his activities.

" Sorry.sorry, aaakku.."

" It's Pras, I'm wrong, I let you get carried away "

"Axa..come back to me. I promise I won't hurt you again "

I looked at the ceiling of this room, holding back the taste, all the taste, the longing, the hatred, mixed into one. back at you? ga will Pras I will not hurt Dora, happy Pras with Dora.

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" Pas .. I want to know about Pram" I started to open the conversation as we waited for food at my favorite restaurant.

" What...are you with********** that rancid? please Axa, you better be with me.don't be with him" Pras's face looked tense, his hands began to clench.

" Hmmm.A.kku was forced to Pras, there are children that I have to fight for" I replied stammeringly.

" What's the kid?" pras's voice began to rise up some people turned their heads towards us.

"Preasure lower your voice.You are like rejecting a child"

" I'm sorry..Axa are you pregnant? pregnant child******** that? Axa let go of Pram, I'll be his Dady, Axa ..see me, come back to me Axa, I don't want you to be their victim, "Pram's voice is so worried.

"Dora...will you betray Dora? like you betrayed me that night, the night I was ready to give it all up? the night I was expecting you so much, the night I started from zero, were you going to leave Dora? for the sake of this debt payer?" I started sobbing, so claustrophobic remembering that night, Pras moved to sit beside me, he grabbed my head leaning against his chest, broke I really sobbed. I miss you Pras

" Tell Axa..say you love me.I'll let go of Dora for you, don't torture me anymore Axa, I'm so tormented without you, let me get in your life again, let me be her dady, "

"I'm not pregnant Pras, I'm still looking after her" I replied, my tears began to subside,

" Don't leave Dora, if you don't want me to be with Pram, say everything Pras, "

" Then you mean you said there was a child..that's what Axa?..oh Axaku....you love me Axa, I know that, you take care of it for me right ?"

I told Pras about Saddam, my suspicion of Pram.my anxiety.Ras is my helper, I know there is a price I have to pay for this. it's okay as long as Saddam and I can get away from Pram.